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Syrnisha began to answer Trini's question, when she heard a low bark from Kitrja and watched her familiar dash out of the door of the HotPot. She raised a finger as if to indicate that she would be right back, and dashed through the door and into the street. A quick glance and she saw a fox tail slip around a corner a bit further down the block. How can she be in such a hurry and for what reason, she asked her self as she jogged after the running fox.

She reached the place where Kitrja's tail had been seen and realized the fox had ran down an alley that apparently turned a ways down. She could see the fox, but proceeded and then heard an excited set of yips. This had better not be another gutter rat that she wants to chase, Syrnisha sighed and continued onward.

When she rounded the bend in the alley, she found Kitrja seated and staring at a bluish haze that was hanging part way in the twist of the alley. Kitrja looked back at Syrnisha and seemed to be smiling, then nodded towards the haze. She let out a yip, stood and rubbed against the tiefling witch.

"What are you up to, crazy fox," Syrnisha rubbed the fur on the fox's head between the ears. The fox seemed to be pushing her towards the haze. Syrnisha looked at her companion a bit annoyed. "Kitrja, I was talking and trying to find out about our next job, you know the thing that keeps me buying you food."

The fox nudged her forward with an excited yip. The tiefling looked about, and saw no one behind her nor in front of her. With the persistent nudge of her familiar, she shook her head, brushed back her own hair tucking the loose strands between ear and horn, and walked forward. As she did so, the blue haze shimmered and she could have sworn that the alley in front of her changed somehow. Kitrja yipped and barked excitedly and pushed her forward.

She walked into the blue haze, as she did so, she felt Kitrja brush against her calf and pace her four legs with Syrnisha's two. In a few steps, alley gave way to packed dirt and brick walls gave way to forest and field. A few more steps, and the haze was gone, and with it the Alley of Terrace. Kitrja began yipping, barking, and dancing about the shocked witch.

Syrnisha looked about trying to get her bearings. In the far distance, she saw a stone tower and the roofs of a few buildings. There seemed to be a fading glow from the top window of the tower. She and Kitrja were a few miles away from the village, the Wizard's tower they had explored for the constable, but planes away from Terrace.

"Best of luck to you all, she whispered aloud and with her prancing fox headed off along the trail away from the village.

"I guess the floating crystal skull that we," Syrnisha nodded to her familiar, "shattered right before we got here. Never had been adventuring before."

She shrugged. "Next thing we know we are here, so if it wasn't the skull in the abandoned wizard's tower at the edge of the village we were passing through, here would be the next!" She laughed aloud.

She listened to Daniel's story and started to get a sense that Terrace had a means of attracting citizens from across the planes.

"Where was the strangest place you traveled, Daniel,"she asked.

Syrnisha watched and tried to understand what had tripped the shopkeep. She watched as Daniel tossed a seat cushion over the flailing oversized man and she watched it move on. She watched as the glass bottle bounced off of Harald's back.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Knowledge: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"It does smell like that doesn't it Master Bently," Syrnisha nodded in agreement when she got a wiff of the sweet smelling cider. Her eyebrow raised when Harald mentioned the gift of Firebrandy. "Truly you are a generous friend, Master Harald, for the of firebrandy is a treat more worthy of some effort other than just watching your shop, I would think."

"Master Bently, I could surely contribute a couple of silvers to offset your generosity of buying us all a meal here," Syrnisha smiled slyly at the halfling. When she spoke, Kitrja tipped her head from side to side with her gold eyes focused on the halfling and dropped her bottom jaw in such a way that it looked liked the fox was smiling in a similar fashion.

She smiled at the halfling's kindness and chuckled at his alliteration, or maybe fixation, on Kitrja...and turned to Daniel smiling with her amber and dark purple eyes focusing on the beardless dwarf.

"I am, or rather we were, from Varisia and had helped a small village in the Lurkwood that we had come across in need of some assistance," she answered. "Now like you, I find myself here and ready to partake in the initiation. It's very nice to meet you Master Korunar," she extended an olive skinned hand towards the half-orc.

Syrnisha hurried through the busy streets of the Central District with Kitrja, her fox familiar in tow. The fox seemed to navigate the streets and walks of Terrace's districts a lot easier than she did. It probably had more to do with the fact that the Kitrja accepted that they were where they were, while the witch continued to struggle with how they got to Terrace. One moment, after finishing drinks with the Constable celebrating their investigation of the Wizard's Tower, she
and Kitrja were walking back through the tower's door to ensure they had not left anything behind, and the next minute they were walking in the Alley. In her confusion and shock, she asked for help and was directed to the Alley Guild. They helped with a few odd jobs, explanations, and such.

She was to meet a group of fellow initiates today at the HotPot Eatery. Harald was kind to adventurer and customer alike, and offered a good meal for a fair price.

She saw the sign up ahead and entered just as Harald went running off for the ale he had forgotten. With a great deal of deftness, a human woman jumped over the bar and donned the proprietor's apron in a rather familiar manner. She moved with a great deal of grace, Syrnisha thought to herself.

"I stepped through a portal and stepped out of the gate here. Something went wrong, obviously, so i've got to earn a living from something." She heard the dwarf say this and while there was an explanation by others, her mind raced into its own thoughts as she realized others had had the same experience. She approached the small group.

"what are you," the blonde haired and bearded halfling asked.

"Who? me? Well usually, I get asked my name first, she said in response to his question not really sure who it was directed towards. "Syrnisha Altholdt, a lost adventurer and obviously a tiefling if that was what you were getting at." Her right hand brushed against the small spiraled black horns. She looked at the halfling and realized he was looking at the tall giant-like creature next to her.

DM- click on the name Syrnisha above the avatar and it should show you the character sheet here.

Ok, I think I have the crunch entered...